One cold and foggy morning, I remembered to tell myself that winter can only be what it is: Winter. And I remembered to tell myself that we are in the home stretch even though it feels like we've been walking forever. I reminded myself that this is always the hard part, and that after we make it through this part, it will be okay. I remembered to notice that some plants are actually starting to bud and then I remembered to be glad. Spring isn't here yet but it will be here soon. I remembered that the trees won't look dark and gnarled and knotted like this forever. I remembered that spring always comes. I remembered that spring is on its way.
HI THERE!
I'm Julie. I like to make things, and grow things, and take pictures of things. I live in a little blue house outside of Portland, Oregon, with my crafty husband and our two chatty kids. I'm glad you stopped by and I do hope you enjoy your stay.
